Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Discover DC Juris's Bad Moon Rising and Win an E-copy!

Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post. You could win an e-copy of Bad Moon Rising from the author. The contest ends on November 18th. The book blast is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Now let's take a peek into DC Juris's Bad Moon Rising...

Publisher: Torquere Press

Cover
Artist: Kris Norris

Release
Date: November
11, 2015

Blurb:

Bryce never expected to
find himself smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and he certainly never
expected to meet the man of his dreams along the way. But there's more than
zombies in the way of his happily ever after. Richard comes with baggage, in
the form of his on again, off again bipolar lover Cole, who is off his meds and
descending into his own mental hell at an alarming rate. Will the three men be
able to work out their romantic feelings? Oh yeah...and then there's that
little issue of the zombies...

"Looters,"
Cole revealed. "They're going up and down the street, searching cars."

Well, at least
they wouldn't steal it, since we had the keys, and the chances of them sticking
around to do any real damage to it seemed pretty slim, too. All we had to do
was wait it out, and they'd go away.

Dolly stood and
paced to the door, walking back and forth in front of it like she was on guard
duty.

On the street,
yelling broke out, and gunshots echoed in the night.

Richard cursed.

Our visitors had
apparently been discovered. Shouts of run
and look out descended into just
inarticulate screaming and then the unthinkable: Dolly started barking.

Cole lunged for
her, but the damage had already been done. The people outside started banging
on our door, pleading to be let in.

"What do we
do?" I looked to Richard, who was shaking his head.

"Nothing."

"But if we
don't let them in, they'll be infected," I argued. Those were people
outside -- we had to help them. What if the roles were reversed? What if that
had been me outside?

"And if we
do let them in, we'll be infected." He reached for one of our backpacks
and started shoving things inside. "We can't stay here. Cole, shut that
damned mutt up!"

"I'm
trying!" Cole struggled with Dolly, trying to get her calmed down and
quiet.

Richard threw a
bag at me, hitting me square in the chest and bringing me back to reality. "Pack
light. We'll be walking."

"The car--"

"Is
compromised. We'll never get near it. Hurry up. Cole!"

Cole scrambled
back to us, dragging Dolly behind him.

Outside the
shouting and banging intensified. Someone must've gotten smart, because a brick
came careening through an exposed part of the door glass near the top. It
sailed through the air, barely missing Richard's head.

"Time to
go!" Richard shoved Cole toward the back door. "Bryce, help me with
the boards!"

I grabbed up a
discarded hammer and handed it over to him while I fished in my bag for the
crowbar I'd brought. We struggled with the boards, hacking and pulling. Richard's
face turned red with his exertion, and the warmth of my own efforts spread out
from my arm muscles, making my chest tight and painful.

"Hurry up,
guys!" Cole shouted.

I glanced back
at the front door. The newcomers -- two beefy men and a scraggly haired woman
-- had managed to get several of the boards free and were shouting at us.
Behind them, I could see the horde moving closer. The woman let out a scream
and disappeared from sight. The men didn't even look back for her -- they just
kept on coming.

"Bryce!"
Richard had gotten enough of the boards cleared for us to get through. I jumped
out after him as he pulled Cole through. We ran along the back alley, Cole
carrying a still-barking Dolly.

"Shut her
up! She's going to give us away!" Richard smacked at Dolly's muzzle as he
ran.

That seemed to
stifle her for a few minutes, and we made it down the alley and through two
more without chase. At last Richard stopped, heaving for air, and leaned
against the wall of a building. I didn't want to stop. My nerves on fire with
adrenaline and fear, I ran past him.

"Bryce!"

I ignored him.
Fight or flight had kicked in. I wasn't much to look at size-wise -- I had no
hope of fighting off a crowd of hungry zombies, so flight it was. I had to get
away from there. Like a rat in a maze, I kept running through alleys and
streets I didn't know and couldn't really see, until I stepped square into a
hole and stumbled. I put my arms out and tried to catch myself, but only
succeeded in falling on my wrist, wrenching it back against my arm. I couldn't
keep from crying out, but even the momentary pain didn't stop me.

I surged to my
feet again, but I must've injured my left ankle in the fall as well, because it
wouldn't support my weight and I fell back down. Undaunted, I crawled for my
life. Footsteps grew nearer and nearer. They'd catch me, but I'd be damned if
they'd catch me easily.

"Bryce!
Stop!"

I rolled over
under the power of someone else. At any other time, I probably would've
registered that the person was Richard. But right then, I didn't recognize him.
He knew my name, kept yelling it over and over -- that much I realized -- but
it made no difference to me. I fought him as hard as I could, and at last, he
simply pinned my wrists and collapsed on top of me.

He stopped
yelling, instead resorted to just whispering my name in my ear again and again
in a monotonous tone that finally managed to bore into my brain and made me
stop struggling.

Richard pulled
back and looked down at me. "I'm getting up, okay?"

I nodded. Still
feeling skittish though, I tried experimentally to wrest one of my wrists out
of his grip.

Romance author, sic-fi
fan club Captain, cosplayer, reigning Queen of Monkeyland, and random menace.
Yep, we're talking about DC Juris. She’s a cupcake making, football watching,
rubber duck collecting, drag show loving, full of fabulous with a Capital F
kinda gal. She's also an Ordained Minister and an amateur photographer. She
lives in Upstate NY with her husband, three dogs, and three cats. When she's
not writing, you can find her in her favorite chair watching "Star
Trek" and "Supernatural" repeats on Netflix, or surfing the web
for porn. Er... research. Surfing the
web for research. She may speak
softly but she lives and loves loudly. Just ask the neighbors. ::wink::